I open the
door to the guest quarters where we are staying this weekend, and I don’t see
him, but his luggage is in the middle of the little apartment. I hear the
faucet in the bathroom turn on, then off. The door opens, and out walks my
Tyler. He seems to have gained a touch of weight, but it looks good on him, and
his hair is very short. His eyes meet mine, and he stops in front of his
luggage. He comes to me, but it only takes me a second until I kick the door
shut and take off my shirt and he has my bra unlatched.

I don’t say
a word to him, and only crash my mouth to his, while I unbuckle the belt on his
jeans. Within record time, his pants are off, and his large hands are around
me, cupping my ass. He has always been an ass man, but when he trails his
fingertips down my back, massaging my butt slow and deep, my core is instantly
wet. I need to feel him inside me, and we still have not talked. I pull back
and say, “Hi, you.” With a big smile, I move his one hand to the front of me,
giving him access to my pussy. As much as he loves my ass, he loves my pussy
too. He falls to his knees, looking up at me.

“Hi, to you
too,” he says as his mouth finds its way to my core. I’m so wet that all he has
to do is touch my inner folds with his tongue and I could cream on him. My
hands find their way to his dark hair, and I’m rubbing his head, moaning.
“Fuck, Ems. You are so wet.”

“What can I
say, I fucking missed you. I won’t last long, Ty. Make me come and do it now.”
He always loved my bossiness, and it doesn’t seem to have changed. His tongue
works its way, circling my clit, and I’m glad he has not forgotten what makes
me hot and bothered. It takes less than thirty seconds, and I hold onto him for
dear life as my entire body spasms. “Fuck, Ty. I missed your tongue.”

Standing
up, he crashes his lips to mine, and when his tongue collides with me, I can
taste myself on him. “I fucking taste great,” I say.

“Yes, you
do.” He agrees with me, taking my hand as we find our way to the bedroom.
Pulling the blankets back, he places me on the bed, sliding in next to me. “As
much as I need to be in you, Ems, I need to take you in.” Settling under the
blankets, he pulls them back again as he searches my body up and down. “I want
to sit here, holding you for now.”

“Okay, I
can agree with that.” With a mischievous look on my face, I continue, “Your dick
had better be inside me in the next ten minutes.”

He wears a
cheesy smile while I ask, “What?”

“I missed
your bossy little mouth more than I can tell you.” He’s pulling my hair back,
looking at me intently as if his gaze would burn a hole in my soul. “Shit, Ems,
I knew I missed you, but it all hit me right now how incomplete my life is
without you.” Placing his hand on my cheek, he strokes my face gently. “Babe,
you look good. I mean, I see a little of my old Ems in you right now, and it
gives me hope.”

Rising on
my elbow and placing my hand on his chest, I feel a tear run down my cheek.
“Fuck, Ty, I’m so sorry. I mean, why are you still with me after all the shit I
pulled? I put you through so much and here you are.”

“Ems, I
would walk over broken glass for you. Don’t you know that by now?” he asks,
kissing my forehead. Tyler pulls me close. “Ems, our problems will still find
us tomorrow, but for now, all I want is to make love to my wife.” He is right,
and for that very reason, we fall onto the bed, in a tangled heap, as he
ravages my entire body.

Tyler:

Emma’s hand
finds mine, leading me to our bedroom. She hasn’t initiated any affection
toward me in a long time. More so, her touch stops me. It is the gentle Emma
touch I fell in love with years ago. Turning to her as we enter our room, I see
something in her eyes that I haven’t seen in ages. “Ems?” I ask as I
desperately want to touch her too. Fuck, do I want to touch her.

“Ty,” is
all she says to give me the permission I need; by the way her eyes water and
her mouth shows just a hint of a smile, one that has been missing from my
wife’s face forever, and I melt. It is less than a second, if that, before I
crash my mouth to hers. Her hand instantly finds my hardness, and without
thinking, I grab her as she wraps her legs around my waist. “Ty, I need you.”

She takes
the words out of my mouth because at this very moment, I have not needed
anything as much as I do her now. Once we are wrapped in each other’s arms, the
postpartum, the guilt she feels with Aspen, the attempted suicide, the fact
she’s leaving for LA soon—it all fades away.

I place her
gently on her back. Crawling onto the bed, I straddle her, taking in the sight
of my wife. Over the years, her almost raven-colored hair has become a touch
lighter, her deep jet black eyes still captivate me, but it is her smile, the
way she tweaks her mouth just enough to look both fucking sexy and innocent all
at the same time. In her smile, I can forget everything that is against us.
Right now, all the shit we have in our past and ahead of us fades, and I’m left
with only my wife.

“Ems, I
have fucking missed you so much! You are my world.”

“Ty, I’m so
sorry.” Hell, now she’s crying. I can’t have that ruining this moment, when the
same Emma I fell in love with years ago is back with me.

Again, she
smiles, and this time, when it reaches her eyes, I’m a goner. The things she
can do to my heart and, well, other parts of my body leave me speechless. I
push her hair out of her eyes and kiss every part of her face, wiping away the
tears. After that, I need to be inside of her and have the urge to take Emma
roughly. And though I know she loves it when I ravage her, taking her deep and
hard, she needs soft and sweet right now.

Standing up
briefly, I yank her yoga pants off her while she tries to take care of her
shirt and bra. Stopping her, I simply say, “I want to soak in every moment,
Ems. Let me do that.” Again, she smiles at me, and my heart is truly hers
again. Not that I ever wanted to admit defeat with us, but she’s giving me a
glimmer of hope, one I haven’t had since Aspen was born.

I bring
Emma up to me and pull her simple black top over her head and reach behind her
to unclasp her bra in one fluid motion, something I have been known for. She
laughs. “You haven’t lost your move, there, buddy,” she says with a bit of a
flirt in her voice. The rasp in her tone is exactly how I remember her when she’s
turned on. Oh, how I have missed that rasp.

“Never,
babe,” I say as I urgently undress. But she stands, taking control. She slowly
unbuckles my belt. Taking it from the loops very slowly, she draws out the need
and the desire I have to plunge into my wife right now. But I give her this
control. She needs something that is hers. As she reveals my skin millimeter by
millimeter, her smile grows.

“Fuck, Ty,
your body is like that of an Olympic god.” She has used this little tagline for
as long as I can remember. The rasp of her voice causes my dick to stir. It has
a mind of its own, and like me, Emma owns it.

I push her
back gently and crawl on top of her now that both of us are naked.

Taking her
large D cup boobs in my mouth, I massage the nipple with my tongue as a slight
moan escapes from her. Wow, I’m turned on when I massage the other nipple with
my hand, squeezing the tit with my fingers. Her hand moves to my erection,
pumping it the way I like.

Before she
can demand entrance, I drop my head between her legs and open those sweet lips.
My head finds its way to her wet pussy, and my tongue finds that sweet spot
only I know when it comes to my Emma. She starts to writhe, but the second my
free hand touches her stomach, she calms at my touch, allowing her the ability
to enjoy the upcoming orgasm. The more I work her clit with my tongue, the more
I can feel her release building. In a matter of seconds, she’s pushed over the
edge and comes all over my face. I can’t help but lap up every drop of her.

I don’t
give her any time to think, though, as now I’m in front of her face. Her greedy
little pussy is waiting for my entrance, and I don’t disappoint. I ram into her
hard, and she smiles that sexy fucking smile again, but then I slow. I want to
relish every little movement I make inside her.

Looking
deep into the black irises of hers, I realize I love her more, more than I care
to admit and more than I ever thought possible. This time, Emma has given me
hope.

Now that we
are finally together after our time apart, we move in motion as if we were
never apart. I grab her face, moving slowly and methodically, relishing every
second I’m with my wife. I make her look in my eyes, and I continue to soak her
in and burn this to memory.

Leigh Lennon is
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.